Southside With You

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( music playing )

- Lunch is almost up, honey.

- Okay.

Yes?

- Thought it wasn't a date.

- It wasn't and it isn't.

Thought you said he was just

another smooth-talking brother.

You're going to an awful lot of trouble

for just another smooth-talker.

Mom, you know I try to look my best

no matter where I go

or who I'm going with.

It's fun to look pretty.

- He's a colleague.

- Okay, if you say so.

- Hello?

- Woman:
Hi, Bar.

Aren't you supposed to be on your date?

I've got a few minutes

before I need to leave.

You're not checking up on me now,

are you, too?

Well, maybe I am, but it's a

grandmother's God-given right.

You have a bad habit of being late.

And if you're late to the first date,

I can promise you

there won't be a second.

I won't be late.

But I appreciate it. How's Gramps?

"How's Gramps?" He's Gramps!

He's got his bridge game

on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

golf on the weekends,

but when he's home and bored,

well, what can I say, Bar?

- He drives me up the wall.

- Well, thank you, baby.

- Of course.

So, where you going looking so raggedy?

Girl's got herself a date.

- Oh.

- It's not a date, Daddy.

He's a summer associate

I told y'all about,

the one from Harvard Law.

I mentioned I worked legal aid

and he invited me to a

community event at the Gardens.

- Huh.

- Yeah.

Because it doesn't get more

romantic than broken plumbing

and underfunded schools.

Woman:

Tell me the young lady's name again.

Michelle Robinson.

She's my advisor at the firm, remember?

And tell me again what she looks like.

- Well, she's tall.

- Uh-huh. What else?

- What else would you like to know?

- Well, where's she from?

- Chicago.

- Uh-huh.

- Which part?

- The side that's predominantly black.

- Okay, so she's...?

- Yes, Toot.

Her skin is of the darker persuasion.

Good. So long as you're happy, Bar.

That's all that really matters.

Thanks, Toot.

Now, I gotta go or I will be late.

- Okay. Love you.

- I love you, too.

Mr. Robinson:

So, what's this boy's name?

Barack Obama.

- Barack-a what-a?

- He's half white.

Ugh. His father's from Kenya

and his mother's white.

So, why isn't this a date?

We work together. It's inappropriate.

Mm, maybe,

but you are spending the day with him.

Yeah. The meeting sounded interesting.

Mr. Robinson:
Well,

even if it's not a date,

the least thing you could've done

is run a brush through your hair.

You look real nice, Meesh.

Thank you, Daddy.

This heat, this heat, this heat!

Hey, women wearing the freeze hairdo,

y'all doing that to keep cool

during the summer?

Sounds like a plan to me.

What are you doing to keep cool?

What are you doing to beat this heat?

Speaking of hot, hot, hot,

Janet's bringing the heat with the

number-one single in the country.

I miss it so much when I don't hear it.

I know you do, too.

So I'm playing it for me and for you.

Hoo!

Shot

Like an arrow going through my heart

That's the pain I feel

I feel whenever we're apart

Not to say that I'm in love with you

But who's to say that I'm not?

I just know that it feels wrong

When I'm away too long

It makes my body hot

So let me tell ya, baby

I'll tell your mama,

I'll tell your friends

I'll tell anyone

whose heart can comprehend

Send it in a letter, baby,

tell you on the phone

I'm not the kind of girl

who likes to be alone

- I miss you much

- Boy, oh, I miss you much

- I really miss you much

- M-I-S-S you much

- I miss you much, baby

- Boy, oh, I miss you much

- I really miss you much

- M-I-S-S you much

I'm rushing home

Just as soon as I can, uh!

I'm rushing home

to see your smiling face

And feel your warm embrace

It makes me feel so g-g-g good

So, I'll tell ya, baby

I'll tell your mama,

I'll tell your friends

I'll tell anyone whose heart

can comprehend, baby

Send it in a letter, baby,

tell you on the phone

I'm not the kind of girl

who likes to be alone

- I miss you much

- Boy, oh, I miss you much

- I really miss you much

- M-I-S...

- I miss you much

- M-I-S-S you much

- I miss you much

- Boy, oh, I miss you much

- I really miss you much...

I broke your heart

And I made you blue...

Hi.

Hello.

You're late.

- I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

- It's okay.

I expected it. You were late

for your first day of work.

You noticed that, too?

Yeah. I'm your advisor.

I'm supposed to notice.

Huh.

- Do you live here alone?

- No.

No, this is my family's house.

My parents still live here and,

apparently, so do I.

- Huh.

- Should we?

Oh, uh, yeah. Car's down this way.

- All set?

- Mm-hmm.

I can tell you how I feel

about you night and day

I can tell you how I feel about you...

- You're on that account, right?

- Which account?

Bottle cap.

- Yeah.

- Everything cool?

Why? What did you hear?

Some of the juniors said you

weren't happy with the work.

- They're wrong.

- They weren't disparaging you.

They were impressed that an associate

stood up for herself the way you did.

It's not the work.

I mean, it is the work.

It's tedious, but that's to be expected.

Second-year associates

get the grunt work.

I can live with that.

I'll complain about it,

but I can live with it.

It's the trademark suit

that's got me fuming.

I take it you did not agree

with the judge's decision?

I completely agreed

with the judge's decision.

And I told Thompson six months ago

that we would lose if we tried

it like a trademark dispute.

I was basically silenced for

voicing a dissenting opinion.

Hmm, there's no real

contribution at our level.

There's only the illusion

of contribution.

Get ready, buster. You're on deck.

Are you sure it's the firm

you're frustrated with?

Shouldn't we be getting to the meeting?

Ah, we have some time.

It's not for another few hours.

- What?

- I thought we'd swing by the art center.

There's an Afro-centric exhibit

that's supposed to be...

Wait. What is this?

"What is this?" I don't know.

I mean, taken at face value, that's a

pretty existential question, Michelle.

What happened to the meeting?

It doesn't start till 4:00,

so I thought we'd see some paintings,

maybe grab a bite to eat.

We don't have to.

Barack,

you seem like a really sweet guy,

but how many times do I have to tell you

we're not going out together?

Mm, well, Michelle,

thank you for saying that.

You seem like a real sweet girl.

But I have to correct you.

We are in fact out

and we are in fact together.

But not on a date.

- This is not a date.

- It doesn't have to be.

Barack, I don't want it to be.

You know, usually, women I meet

are willing to look past

my hideous appearance

and get to know the real me.

If I thought you were hideous,

I wouldn't have set you up with Gina.

Gina's very attractive.

Now, that's true.

Gina is very attractive.

This is not a date.

That's okay.

I'll... I'll go at your pace.

Barack, there's no pace to go at

because there's no anything to speak of.

I am your advisor at our law firm.

- It would be tacky.

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